A goblin and an elf have decided to defy tradition and get married. Their ceremony will be held in the magical forest in accordance with elven tradition.
It’s a beautiful ceremony. The elven bride in her finest, flowing silks, dappled by the sun. The goblin bride in a human-sized wedding dress stolen from a goodwill.
The elven side of the aisle of course has the elvish bride’s father and mother, as well as her older sisters, as well as all the forest animals who inhabit her parents’ court.
The goblin side is a bunch of The Labyrinth looking freaks in their best simulacrum of what they think good folks wear to weddings. The father of the bride is wearing a really snazzy cocktail dress.
It’s a mixed tradition ceremony. The elven part of the ceremony involves the young couple being presented in front of the king of the forest, a majestic unicorn, who blesses the couple by touching them with his horn.
The goblins kidnapped a local priest to bless the couple according to their tradition.
The ring the elven bride presents to her wife-to-be is brought in by a squirrel riding a doe. It’s made of silver, inlaid with decorative golden leaves.
The goblin worst man accidentally swallowed the ring, which was purchased from a pawn shop.
The father of the elven bride keeps looking over to the goblin side of the aisle, barely hiding his disgust. But he is resigned to it. What matters most is his daughter’s happiness.
At the end of the ceremony his face sinks as the father of the goblin bride says “Welcome to the family! You can call me brother,” while vigorously shaking his hand.
The reception is, of course, held at a speakeasy according to goblin tradition. The ceiling is only five feet tall, making it very difficult for the elves.
“An elf walks into a bar,”
“Will you please stop saying that!”
During the reception the father of the goblin bride, named Frankie the Third, decides to introduce his family to his new elven family.
“These are my older sisters, Frankie the First and Frankie the Second. No relation.”
“What does that mean,”
#the father of the elven bride is absolutely disgusted by the goblin’s dad#right up until he’s got some of that good goblin ale in him and then they’re both singing old shanties together#‘i am amazed you know this one! it must be far older than you - we sang it hundreds of years ago!’#'yeah i ate some old musty book full of songs once and i think that was in there’#’…okay!’#they’re superbowl dad buddies afterward
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